"Killing?"
Qing Yueqiu frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Bei Lingyin said with theatrical exaggeration, "My dear sister, you're a Sword Cultivator who can cut down all enemies before you with a single strike.
Not to mention, the blood of our most bloodthirsty Rakshasa Race flows in your veins. Don't tell me you're afraid to kill! If you don't kill, what's the point of holding a sword and practicing with it?"
"I don't practice the sword to kill people."
Qing Yueqiu said, shaking her head.
"If you don't practice the sword to kill, then what kind of sword are you practicing? No matter how beautiful your Luminous Shadow Sword is, it'll still be blood-red when you plunge it into an enemy's stomach, you know~"
Bei Lingyin paused abruptly.
"You're not going to say you practice the sword just to please your master, are you?"
"..."
Seeing Qing Yueqiu's flushed, silent face, Bei Lingyin was speechless and covered her own face with her hand.
'Damn it!'
